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 Pakistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Slave to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.