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 Benin and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Q65,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
Index,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.