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 Syria and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacob Miller to the disco 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
Q65,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
John Cale,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.