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 Ukraine and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Walker Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.