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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Magma,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.