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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
Inner City,
Television,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.