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 Somalia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 The Divine Comedy to the crunk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
Erasure,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.