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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.