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 Albania and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Raincoats to the punk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.