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 Iceland and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zeros to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
Lyres,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.