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 Albania and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.