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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Crime to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine 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?
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.