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 Serbia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
ABC,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.