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 Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Audionom,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.