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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 John Holt to the electroclash 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
New Order,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.