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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 a-ha to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
The Names,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.