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 Yemen and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Black Pus to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.