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 Benin 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Public Enemy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Faust,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Jandek,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.