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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Wasted Youth to the rap 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Television,
Nas,
World's Most,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
New Order,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
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.