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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fugazi to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s.
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 Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.