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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the punk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.