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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Scion,
The Gories,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.