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 Turkey and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Cosmic Jokers 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
the Swans,
Japan,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.