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 Norway and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harmonia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Can,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.