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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
UT,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.