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 Suriname and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Royal Trux to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.