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 Australia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
The Move,
Nas,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
ABC,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.