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 Nepal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.