Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lindisfarne to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
The Evens,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.