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 Iraq and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Au Pairs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk 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?
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
the Slits,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.