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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Mark Hollis to the grime 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Oblivians,
Brick,
World's Most,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.