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 Denmark and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
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 snare 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 Negative Approach to the jazz 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
ABC,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.