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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pole to the rap 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
The Move,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.