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 Germany and from Tehran.
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 Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.