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 Gambia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Japan to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
MDC,
Darondo,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.