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 Latvia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.