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 Andorra and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Scott Walker to the disco 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.