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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Nico to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Japan,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.