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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.