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 Morocco and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugazi 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Ossler,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.