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 Serbia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.