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 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 H. Thieme to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.