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 Libya and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
DNA,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Wire,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
Q65,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.