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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.