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 Zambia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
Monks,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Crime,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
the Normal,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.