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 Russia and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.