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 Colombia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Harmonia,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.