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 Botswana and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Surgeon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.