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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.