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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
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 Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
Little Man,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.