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 Mongolia and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.