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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Radiohead to the grunge 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
The Cure,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.