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 Djibouti and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
AZ,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.