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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Wake to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
The Victims,
Wire,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.