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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Oblivians to the techno 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.