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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Grey Daturas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.