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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joy Division to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
John Holt,
Slave,
the Germs,
The Sound,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
MC5,
Masters at Work,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.