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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Darondo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.