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 Togo and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Angels of Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
Wire,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
DNA,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.