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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Fela Kuti to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Pantaleimon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
Gang Green,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.