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 Algeria and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 cv313 to the grime 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.