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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.