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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Adolescents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.