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 Tanzania 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crooked Eye to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris & Cosey,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Pantytec,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.