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 Italy and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Slave,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.