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 Afghanistan and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Infiniti to the electroclash 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.