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 Austria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
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 clarinet 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 Fluxion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.