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 Barbados and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Drexciya,
Pole,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.