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 Congo and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 R.M.O. 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.