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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 KRS-One to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
Quantec,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.