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 India and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Johnny Clarke 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.