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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Sight & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
Franke,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.