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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Trojans 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.