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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 the Normal to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Dark Day,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.