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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Buckinghams to the disco 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.