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 Nepal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.