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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brick to the jazz 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.