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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Saints to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Slave,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.