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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.