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 Croatia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Cluster,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.