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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Deakin to the rock 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Icehouse,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.