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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Scrapy to the funk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.