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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sound,
Can,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
MC5,
Unwound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
Index,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.