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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 The Fortunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
Can,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.