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 Kenya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marshall Jefferson 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.