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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Red Krayola to the rock 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.