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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Fear,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.