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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stiv Bators to the funk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
Magazine,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
The Smoke,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.