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 Niger and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
Rakim,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.