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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Black Flag to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.