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 Ireland and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dark Day to the electroclash 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Echospace,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
Blancmange,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.