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 Senegal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.