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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Dirtbombs 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.