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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
The Litter,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
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.