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 Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Flipper to the grunge 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.