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 Armenia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Massinfluence to the rock 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.