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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop to the techno 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
The Slackers,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.