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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Slits to the disco 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
T. Rex,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
X-101,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
MDC,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.