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 Uganda and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
Smog,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.