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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Television,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.