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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.