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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
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 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 Fatback Band to the grunge 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 an organ and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
Slave,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.