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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Interpol to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.