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 Singapore and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Motorama to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.