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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Television Personalities to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
cv313,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.