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 Thailand and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.