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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 The Gladiators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.