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 Nepal and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Von Mondo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
The Associates,
X-101,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
MDC,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.