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 Hungary 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Nils Olav to the grunge 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.