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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the techno 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
The Move,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.