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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.