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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brass Construction to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.