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 Angola and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Names to the jazz 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
June Days,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.