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 Gambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.