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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shadows of Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Monks,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.