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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rekid to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
CMW,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Section 25,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.