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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Pulsallama to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Cameo,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.