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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 KRS-One to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Oneida,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.