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 Namibia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Sparks to the grunge 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.