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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Harry Pussy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Little Man,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
10cc,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.