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 South Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.