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 Ecuador and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Silicon Teens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.