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 Suriname and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.