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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.