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 Philippines 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
10cc,
Japan,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Cluster,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
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.