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 Monaco 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.