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 Chile and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
Wire,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.