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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.