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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Offenders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s 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 Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
MDC,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.