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 Lesotho and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Lungfish to the electroclash 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Franke,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Gong,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.