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 Benin and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spandau Ballet 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
Technova,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.