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 Latvia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
Organ,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Little Man,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
The Slits,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.