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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.