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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the techno 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All X-101 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.