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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Litter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.