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 Morocco and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Byron Stingily to the rock 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.