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 Fiji and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
Wings,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
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.