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 Taiwan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rock 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.