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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 the Swans 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.