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 Thailand 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Walker Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
Fugazi,
X-102,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.