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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Half Japanese to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
The Fall,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.