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 Australia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
Symarip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.