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 Libya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.