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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Image Ltd. to the grime 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
New Order,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
Japan,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.