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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiohead to the electroclash 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.