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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Goldenarms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
MC5,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Pole,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.