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 Malaysia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Wasted Youth 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.