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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Hashim 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Howard Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.