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 Portugal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.