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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Victims to the jazz 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
X-101,
Wire,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.