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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Franke to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.