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 Tuvalu and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mad Mike to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.