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 Norway and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.