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 Nepal and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 J.B.'s to the techno 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.