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 Korea North and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cale to the crunk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
This Heat,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.