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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Victims to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.