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 Libya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
UT,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.