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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.