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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.