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 Algeria and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
Television,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.