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 Gambia and from Portland.
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 Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cramps to the grunge 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Lyres,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.