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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Q and Not U to the rap 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.