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 Kenya and from Bremen.
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 Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Clear Light to the rock 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Ossler,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.