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 Thailand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 FM Einheit to the techno 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.