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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Joe Smooth to the rap 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
World's Most,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.