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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
The Happenings,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.