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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Flipper,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.