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 Angola and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Goldenarms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.