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 the UAE and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Golliwogs to the techno 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.