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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 The Fortunes to the techno 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
Q65,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.