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 Germany and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Magazine,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.