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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
New Order,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.