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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Yaz to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.