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 Burkina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Slave to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.