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 Yemen and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Mr. Review to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
AZ,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.