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 Norway and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Sex Pistols to the crunk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.