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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 The Red Krayola to the funk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
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Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.