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 Norway and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.