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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.