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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.