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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
JFA,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.