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 Dominica and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Albert Ayler to the punk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.