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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Section 25 to the jazz 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Erasure,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.