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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Procol Harum,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
The Index,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.