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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
the Association,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.