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 Iran and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ten City to the disco 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.