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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 The Cure to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
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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.