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 Austria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Cramps to the rap 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.