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 Chile and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Warren Ellis to the rock 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
Can,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.