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 East Timor and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 The Monochrome Set to the dance 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
The Sound,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.