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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.