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 Tonga and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Josef K,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
PIL,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
the Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.