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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 AZ to the jazz 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.