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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 X-101 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.