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 India and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sex Pistols to the grime 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
New Order,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
cv313,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.