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 Guyana and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.