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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Icehouse to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.