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 Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Beau Brummels to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.