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 Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gong to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Delta 5,
X-102,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Arcadia,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.