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 Egypt and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mad Mike to the disco 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.