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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
June Days,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.