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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mars to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.