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 Honduras and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fall to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
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Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.