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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Skriet to the punk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.