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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
Can,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.