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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Black Flag to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
Monks,
the Swans,
Kayak,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.