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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.