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 Korea North and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Barracudas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
the Sonics,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.