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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Scion,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
The Sound,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.