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 Australia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Grey Daturas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Visage,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Zapp,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.