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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Zapp to the disco 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.