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 Belgium and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Pantaleimon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.