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 India 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.