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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.