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 Denmark and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
The Fall,
Jandek,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.