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 Ghana 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.