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 Qatar and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Monolake,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Main Source,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.