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 Botswana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.