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 Peru and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Little Man to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.