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 Brazil and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 The Music Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
The Busters,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Make Up,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.