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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fortunes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.