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 Mongolia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Pussy Galore to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Seeds,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.