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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Leaves to the grunge 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
Excepter,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.