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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.