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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Wasted Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.