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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Basic Channel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.