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 Palau 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Guru Guru to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.