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 Romania and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s.
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 The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Motorama,
Unwound,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.