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 Benin and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Television to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.