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 Denmark and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Trojans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Crime,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
The Move,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.