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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Wire,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.