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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Cramps to the rock 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.