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 Malta and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
Smog,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.