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 Thailand and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.