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 Seychelles and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Suicide to the grime 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.