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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.