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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fatback Band to the dance 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
Visage,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.