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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 the Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.