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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.