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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 H. Thieme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
Nico,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.