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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.