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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cramps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
Organ,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
the Association,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.