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 Nauru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
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 organ 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Fear,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.