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 Mali and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fuzztones to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.