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 Laos and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 disco 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
The Index,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Mars,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.