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 Zambia and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cluster to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.