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 Norway and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Hardrive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
CMW,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.