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 Cyprus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Swell Maps to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
Cymande,
X-101,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.