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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
The Slits,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.