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 Estonia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Victims 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.