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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.