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 Gambia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s.
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 Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.