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 China and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Shadows of Knight to the jazz 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.