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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Von Mondo to the rap 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.