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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Doors to the techno 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
New Order,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
Nico,
a-ha,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.