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 Australia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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?
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.