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 Egypt and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 cv313 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.