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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.