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 San Marino and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
MC5,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.