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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
Franke,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.