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 Switzerland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang of Four to the funk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
Mars,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
MDC,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Model 500,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.