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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 spring reverb 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 Vainqueur 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.