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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Can to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
Gong,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
The Move,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.