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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.