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 Kuwait 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.