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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
Can,
Gong,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
ABC,
Kayak,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.