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 Kiribati and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.