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 Estonia and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes 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?
Pylon,
MDC,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.