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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.