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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Josef K,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.