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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
Q65,
Sparks,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
the Normal,
Ten City,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.