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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Can,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.