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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.