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 Thailand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Bowie to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.