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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Kinks to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.