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 Norway and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
X-101,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.