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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
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 linndrum 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 Faraquet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Evens,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.