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 Namibia and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Moleskins to the funk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
MDC,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.