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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Jawbox to the punk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
John Cale,
Interpol,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.