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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Dirtbombs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.