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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monochrome Set to the punk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s 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 Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.