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 Chad and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.