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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pylon to the techno 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
Smog,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
Intrusion,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.