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 Morocco and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Patti Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Lyres,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.