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 Korea South and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 World's Most to the disco 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.