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 India and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sandy B to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.