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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Gong,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.