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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Fluxion to the electroclash 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
The Move,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.