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 Andorra and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
the Slits,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.