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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
X-101,
The Victims,
Shoche,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
June Days,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.