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 Nauru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Bill Wells 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.