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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lyres to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
UT,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.