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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grauzone to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.