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 Indonesia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Tres Demented to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
X-101,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
Cymande,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.