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 Togo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
Yaz,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.