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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Don Cherry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.