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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
Arab on Radar,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.