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 Ireland and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Rotary Connection to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.