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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
X-102,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.