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 Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Babytalk to the grime 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Organ,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.