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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Au Pairs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Can,
EPMD,
CMW,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.