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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.