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 Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dave Gahan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.