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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.