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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Main Source to the jazz 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.