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 Suriname and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Mark Hollis to the grime 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.