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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultravox to the funk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.