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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.