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 Somalia and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
10cc,
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.