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 Panama and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.