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 East Timor and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gories,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.