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 Monaco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 H. Thieme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
CMW,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.