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 Madagascar and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.