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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Hashim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Ten City,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.