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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skriet to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.