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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.