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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Smoke 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.