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 Gambia and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.