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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 World's Most to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.