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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 10cc to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
JFA,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Junior Murvin,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.