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 Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.