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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slackers to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Symarip,
10cc,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.