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 Tanzania and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 B.T. Express to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Can,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
Crime,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Sparks,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.