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 Bangladesh and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
Wire,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.