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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
Wings,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.