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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mojo Men to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.