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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Drexciya to the electroclash 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
X-101,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.