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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Gladiators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.