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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Happenings to the jazz 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Yaz,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
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.