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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Tremeloes to the electroclash 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.