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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sister Nancy to the dance 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
The Move,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.