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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Albert Ayler to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Scan 7,
Q65,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.