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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Masters at Work to the crunk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.