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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Pole to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
cv313,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.