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 Mali and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Erasure,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.