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 Nepal and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
New Order,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.