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 Samoa and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.