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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camberwell Now to the techno 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
the Association,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Q65,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.