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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 the Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.