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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Wire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.