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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.