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 Nicaragua 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.