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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Subhumans to the grime 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.