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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape,
Can,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.