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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Hot Snakes 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
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.