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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.