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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Negative Approach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
Index,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.