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 Fiji and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
This Heat,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.