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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wasted Youth to the punk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.