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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 A Certain Ratio to the dance 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground 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?
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
Inner City,
The Move,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.