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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
Franke,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
The Gories,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.