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 Haiti and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Swans,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
Q65,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
MC5,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.