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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
Scion,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.