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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.