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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead C 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.