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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Soft Cell to the dance 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.