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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
a-ha,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.