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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.