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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.