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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.