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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Radiohead to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
Television,
Black Flag,
The Names,
The Fall,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.