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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.