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 Morocco 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Knickerbockers to the grunge 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
The Smoke,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Lyres,
New Order,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Erasure,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.