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 Switzerland and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
June Days,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.