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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
Nas,
AZ,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.