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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.