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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Velvet Underground to the disco 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
the Association,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.