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 China and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.