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 Moldova and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson 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 punk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sarah Menescal,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.