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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Bobby Womack to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
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.