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 Burundi and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Audionom 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.