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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.