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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.