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 Peru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
Bluetip,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.