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 Iran and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Mars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
CMW,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
Q65,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.