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 Panama and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
Wire,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
Ituana,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.