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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Average White Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
The American Breed,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
The Names,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.