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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
The Seeds,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Urselle,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.