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 Namibia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.