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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Interpol to the grime 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.