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 Namibia and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Fall to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
Television,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
a-ha,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.