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 Israel and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.