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 Micronesia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neu! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
Nico,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.