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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pere Ubu to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.