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 Fiji and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
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 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 David Bowie 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.