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 Austria and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pop Group to the funk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.