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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Echospace,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.