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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.