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 France and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sun Ra to the techno 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.