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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs 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?
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.