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 New Zealand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Index,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Ossler,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.