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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
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 Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
Harmonia,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.