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 Greece and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terrestrial Tones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.