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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pop Group to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
Japan,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.