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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.