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 Denmark and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ossler,
New Order,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.