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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Babytalk to the rock 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
Monks,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.