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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.