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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lou Christie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Grauzone,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.