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 South Africa and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
JFA,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.