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 Ghana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Minutemen to the rap 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.