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 Burkina and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Lucky Dragons to the grime 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
UT,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
Fear,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.