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 Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Country Teasers to the grunge 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.