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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
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.