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 Panama and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.