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 Zambia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Fugazi to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.