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 Croatia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Minor Threat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Pylon,
John Holt,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.