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 Uganda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.