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 Iceland and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Audionom to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Ronan,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.