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 Tajikistan 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.