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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slick Rick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
UT,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.