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 Albania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Cameo,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.