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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Grauzone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.