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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Gong,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.