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 Antigua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 The Stooges to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
cv313,
Technova,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
The Index,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.