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 Angola and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
Bob Dylan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.