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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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?
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.