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 Bolivia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.