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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hot Snakes to the grime 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.