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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti 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?
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
cv313,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.