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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 This Heat to the grunge 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
MDC,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.