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 France and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Moss Icon to the techno 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.