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 Guinea 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 The Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.