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 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Outsiders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.