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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.