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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Section 25 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.