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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Harmonia to the jazz 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
Yaz,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.