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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 New Age Steppers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
Organ,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.