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 Calgary.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
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 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.