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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Girls At Our Best! to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.