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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Quadrant to the techno 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.