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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
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 Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
Lakeside,
Pole,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.