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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.