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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Dead Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
Swans,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.