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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Leaves to the grime 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.