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 Somalia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 the Slits 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Niagra,
Liliput,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.