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 Italy and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Shoche to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.