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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.