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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Public Enemy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Faust,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.