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 the UAE and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.