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 Ireland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lyres,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
Flipper,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.