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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 World's Most to the grunge 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
The Names,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Swans,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.