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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
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 linndrum 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 Alison Limerick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
The Saints,
The Slits,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.