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 Norway and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lalann to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Cymande,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.