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 Moldova and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fortunes to the rock 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.