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 Australia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 The Cowsills to the electroclash 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.