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 Andorra and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Stereo Dub to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.