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 Austria and from Beijing.
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 Milan and Bremen.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wire to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.