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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 T. Rex 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Erasure,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.