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 Palau and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.