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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Dead Boys to the rock 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.