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 Sweden and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Trumans Water to the dance 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Hashim,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.