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 Honduras and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.