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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.