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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Warren Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
Brick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.