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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minor Threat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q65,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.