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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
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 güiro 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 Dave Gahan to the rock 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.