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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Index,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.