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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bauhaus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
X-102,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Wire,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.