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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.