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 Tanzania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Yaz,
Interpol,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.