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 Brunei and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
Franke,
One Last Wish,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.