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 China and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
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 theremin 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 Duran Duran to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Q65,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.