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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Adolescents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
Television,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.