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 Russia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Scion,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.