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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Motorama,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.