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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.