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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 MDC to the punk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.