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 Morocco and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thompson Twins to the grime 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.