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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moebius to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
Television,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
Brick,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
The Human League,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.