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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Subhumans to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
The Fall,
Index,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.