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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
Echospace,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.