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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Hardrive to the jazz 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.