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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 The Golliwogs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Whodini,
Mars,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.