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 Syria and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.