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 Kenya 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Masters at Work to the rap 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.