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 Norway 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Negative Approach to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Q65,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.