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 Dominica and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warsaw to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.