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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Index to the electroclash 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.