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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
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 Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Bob Dylan,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.