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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 FM Einheit to the dance 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.