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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
The Evens,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.