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 Syria and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hashim to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Can,
OOIOO,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.