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 Serbia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.