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 Georgia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
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 theremin 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.