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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Technova to the dance 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.