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 Algeria and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
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 arpeggiator 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Television,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.