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 Antigua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic 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?
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.