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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product to the grime 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.