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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 John Foxx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.