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 South Africa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.