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 Singapore and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.