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 Burkina 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lou Christie to the techno 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.