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 Ghana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
the Association,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.