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 Ghana and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Albert Ayler 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.