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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
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 güiro 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 The Gladiators to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.