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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.