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 Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.