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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 The Fuzztones to the techno 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.