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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
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 Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 The Birthday Party to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
Joy Division,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.