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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.