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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Music Machine to the electroclash 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.