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 Jordan and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 Moleskins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.