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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.