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 Ukraine and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.