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 Congo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Doors to the grunge 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.