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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Neu! to the rap 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
Interpol,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.