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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia 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?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.