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 East Timor and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
Visage,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.