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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Wire,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Symarip,
cv313,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
Little Man,
The Saints,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.