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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.