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 Peru and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.